Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lithuania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ituana to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
Mars,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
Ronan,
Pagans,
Bobby Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Five Americans,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
X-101,
Babytalk,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.